- Toulouse-Lautrec
remembered -
She dreams in
countersmoke and furtive flirtations. . .
Across the table,
a gesture rises
to coherence above a babble of faces,
a flutter of
hands iterating unspoken needs.
She smiles.
Lost hopes congeal
before her,
flies in amber
flicked away
and forgotten -
profligate illusions
of an evening frozen in time.
He sketches her
languid in the
light
against a backdrop
of flightlessness,
He loves her
-
lost in the boundaries
of her studied lust -
immersing an
abandoned mortality
in the sour grace
of her sweat,
and the confines
of her thighs.
© madmęb 1998
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